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She comes alive
for sHrill beeps
incEssant ringtones

but it is a humdrum Life
not for the weak.

Her fingers,
Perfect dancers
tapping onto keys

with each step.

Her Eyes,
to the Light of her cell Phone
her absolution.

Staring at a beacon
that was never there.

Her Mouth
What mouth?

She’s forgottEn how to speak
for she is trapped in a cell phone

wasting away…

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Saeeda Q. said...
Mar. 3, 2010 at 4:28 pm
I hope you all like it! :)
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